A/N: Ok, so I didn't add as much romance as I intended, but there will be
some eventually. Hm, don't know what's wrong with me, but for some reason
I wrote John instead of Ray for Bezerker..anyways..Thanks to everyone who's
been reviewing! You guys don't know how much that means to me!
~~~I don't own the X-men, sadly enough.
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"Yah think Slim's tellin' the truth?" Logan questioned as he and the Professor strolled along the Institute grounds.
"Oh, I have no doubt. Scott has had years of practice at identifying and blocking telepathic waves. If you'll recall, it was a game he and Jean often played when they were younger. If Scott believes that someone was penetrating his thoughts, I see no reason not to believe him."
"Sure, that all makes sense if at some point in the day Summers thought someone was readin' his mind. But at Night? Correct me if I'm wrong, Chuck, but couldn't he have dreamt it?"
"It's possible, yes, but Cerebro has noted a high mutant activity lately, and what with Mr. Alvers recently having his dream . . . well, I have no doubt that Scott's 'Dream Walker' is actually among us."
Logan walked in silence while Professor Xavier rolled along beside him. They stopped alongside the basketball court where the boys had a heavily heated game going. Scott, Evan, Roberto, and Bobby had shed their shirts and were fighting intensely against the still shirted Kurt, Jamie, Ray, and Sam. The girls lounged about in the sun, some chatting while they watched the game with mild interest, some sunbathing, and still others pressed up against trees, confiding in the shade, deeply immersed in their novels. Jean had been talking animatedly with Amara and Jubilee when a crude "Head's up!" was yelled din their direction. Catching sight of the coming ball, Jean gave a casual flick of her hand, sending it sailing into the opposing basket. The "shirt" team cheered while the "skins" immediately began to argue that it wasn't a fair basket. The argument was settle, however, after Jamie (who had repeatedly been jostled to the ground, dividing into his many multiples) snagged the forgotten basketball and shot it smoothly into the basket, securing the shirts' lead.
"When are you going to tell them?" Logan inquired, "You're going to tell them, aren't you, Charles? We don't want this escalating into another scene like the one with Darkholme."
"Soon, I will tell them." Charles Xavier's voice was filled with a deadened weight, as he knew he was only prolonging the inevitable. "Just not yet."
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"Eh, what's with Daniels and that hot new chick?" Toad asked as he hopped restlessly while the rest of the Brotherhood lounged casually in their usual corner of the hallway. "They goin' out or somethin'?"
Hand-in-hand, Evan and Arisnoë strolled past the Brotherhood's lockers on their way to class. Every now and then Arisnoë would giggle slightly at some witty comment Evan had made.
"What's the deal? Why would she pick him over me?" Toad whined.
"Maybe it's because you only shower once a month." Lance rolled his eyes, and then, spotting Kitty, he yelled out "Later!" and ran to catch up with her.
Pietro shook his head in disgust at the sight of seeing Lance making a fool of himself over Kitty. "The question's not 'why won't she go out with Toad.'" He turned his attention back to the matter at hand.
"Uh, it's not?" Fred inquired stupidly.
"No! It's why is she going out with Daniels instead of me? I'm suave, debonair, not to mention handsome. I'd have her swooning instead of giggling like a fourth-grader." The more he talked, the more Pietro began to convince himself. "What am I doing standing around and talking to you dolts? I've got a date with Daniels' new girl." He sped off down the hallway, leaving Fred and Todd gaping after him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*Moments Later*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Evan was standing around the corner, chatting with Arisnoë, when one of his least favorite people showed up. He let out a slight groan, then, rolling his eyes, he asked, "What do you want?"
"What, Evan? Why do you always assume I want something? I'd simply like to converse with you and this lovely lady." Arisnoë tried to stifle a giggle, seeing the look of absolute fury building up on Evan's face. "I do believe Mr. Daniels ahs forgotten his manners." Pietro held out his hand. "I'm Pietro Maximoff, and you are?"
"Arisnoë Summerlee." She relinquished her hand from Evan's grasp and offered it to Pietro who, instead of shaking (as she'd learned was a custom in America), he brought it gently to his lips.
"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Summerlee."
Evan's face flushed with fury while Arisnoë's turned a similar shade of red from a mix of delight and embarrassment.
"I don't suppose you're free this afternoon?"
"Oh! No, I'm going to a movie with Evan." Her face glowed an even darker shade of red. "Perhaps, some other time?" She offered politely as the class warning bell rang in the distance.
"C'mon, Ari, you don't want to be late to class." Evan wheeled her away from the mischievous Pietro, muttering under his breath "Saved by the bell."
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~~~I don't own the X-men, sadly enough.
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"Yah think Slim's tellin' the truth?" Logan questioned as he and the Professor strolled along the Institute grounds.
"Oh, I have no doubt. Scott has had years of practice at identifying and blocking telepathic waves. If you'll recall, it was a game he and Jean often played when they were younger. If Scott believes that someone was penetrating his thoughts, I see no reason not to believe him."
"Sure, that all makes sense if at some point in the day Summers thought someone was readin' his mind. But at Night? Correct me if I'm wrong, Chuck, but couldn't he have dreamt it?"
"It's possible, yes, but Cerebro has noted a high mutant activity lately, and what with Mr. Alvers recently having his dream . . . well, I have no doubt that Scott's 'Dream Walker' is actually among us."
Logan walked in silence while Professor Xavier rolled along beside him. They stopped alongside the basketball court where the boys had a heavily heated game going. Scott, Evan, Roberto, and Bobby had shed their shirts and were fighting intensely against the still shirted Kurt, Jamie, Ray, and Sam. The girls lounged about in the sun, some chatting while they watched the game with mild interest, some sunbathing, and still others pressed up against trees, confiding in the shade, deeply immersed in their novels. Jean had been talking animatedly with Amara and Jubilee when a crude "Head's up!" was yelled din their direction. Catching sight of the coming ball, Jean gave a casual flick of her hand, sending it sailing into the opposing basket. The "shirt" team cheered while the "skins" immediately began to argue that it wasn't a fair basket. The argument was settle, however, after Jamie (who had repeatedly been jostled to the ground, dividing into his many multiples) snagged the forgotten basketball and shot it smoothly into the basket, securing the shirts' lead.
"When are you going to tell them?" Logan inquired, "You're going to tell them, aren't you, Charles? We don't want this escalating into another scene like the one with Darkholme."
"Soon, I will tell them." Charles Xavier's voice was filled with a deadened weight, as he knew he was only prolonging the inevitable. "Just not yet."
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"Eh, what's with Daniels and that hot new chick?" Toad asked as he hopped restlessly while the rest of the Brotherhood lounged casually in their usual corner of the hallway. "They goin' out or somethin'?"
Hand-in-hand, Evan and Arisnoë strolled past the Brotherhood's lockers on their way to class. Every now and then Arisnoë would giggle slightly at some witty comment Evan had made.
"What's the deal? Why would she pick him over me?" Toad whined.
"Maybe it's because you only shower once a month." Lance rolled his eyes, and then, spotting Kitty, he yelled out "Later!" and ran to catch up with her.
Pietro shook his head in disgust at the sight of seeing Lance making a fool of himself over Kitty. "The question's not 'why won't she go out with Toad.'" He turned his attention back to the matter at hand.
"Uh, it's not?" Fred inquired stupidly.
"No! It's why is she going out with Daniels instead of me? I'm suave, debonair, not to mention handsome. I'd have her swooning instead of giggling like a fourth-grader." The more he talked, the more Pietro began to convince himself. "What am I doing standing around and talking to you dolts? I've got a date with Daniels' new girl." He sped off down the hallway, leaving Fred and Todd gaping after him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*Moments Later*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Evan was standing around the corner, chatting with Arisnoë, when one of his least favorite people showed up. He let out a slight groan, then, rolling his eyes, he asked, "What do you want?"
"What, Evan? Why do you always assume I want something? I'd simply like to converse with you and this lovely lady." Arisnoë tried to stifle a giggle, seeing the look of absolute fury building up on Evan's face. "I do believe Mr. Daniels ahs forgotten his manners." Pietro held out his hand. "I'm Pietro Maximoff, and you are?"
"Arisnoë Summerlee." She relinquished her hand from Evan's grasp and offered it to Pietro who, instead of shaking (as she'd learned was a custom in America), he brought it gently to his lips.
"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Summerlee."
Evan's face flushed with fury while Arisnoë's turned a similar shade of red from a mix of delight and embarrassment.
"I don't suppose you're free this afternoon?"
"Oh! No, I'm going to a movie with Evan." Her face glowed an even darker shade of red. "Perhaps, some other time?" She offered politely as the class warning bell rang in the distance.
"C'mon, Ari, you don't want to be late to class." Evan wheeled her away from the mischievous Pietro, muttering under his breath "Saved by the bell."
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